Another clear day dawns in Mystic Falls, another day that I have to sit here, brooding. Elena, she broke whatever was left of my heart. The heart that Stefan so adamantly suggests isn't there. But it is, and right this moment I feel it breaking into a million pieces. How could she do this to me, use me like she did? But my thoughts are interrupted by my lovely brother.
"I'm going out for a little; can I trust you to behave?" He gives me that look he always does whenever he makes up his mind that I can never be up to any good. I don't answer I just wave my glass of B-positive at him.
Once he leaves I begin to pace, I feel so trapped in my own body, it's been months since I've actually taken a meal fresh from the source. And why, all for Elena's sake! Why do I do this to myself? She never wanted me, she's just like Katherine. Thoughts like these fuel my anger, I have to get out.
As I step out into the sun, the part of me that always wishes for once I could feel the warmth soaking through to my bones resurfaces, but I quickly put those thoughts to rest as I always do. I make my way to the woods; I hear a couple enjoying each other's company in a makeshift camp nearby. I approach them quietly, they're so engrossed in each other they don't even notice me, despite the fact that I'm not trying very hard to be discreet. I like the chase sometimes, it makes the blood sweeter. I'm on them in less than a second; I rip the boy from the tangles of the girl, his blood tasting of the egg and sausage they had for breakfast. I hear the girl scream and she feebly runs away. Once I sucked as much blood out of him as he could provide, I run past the girl, blocking her path.
"Please don't kill me!" she manages to get out of her mouth despite the fear I can sense radiating off her beautiful skin, flushed from the exertion. "I'm not so big on granting requests at the moment." I say before I jump her. She didn't have any breakfast apparently.
The Mystic Grill, sorry excuse for a restaurant, but it provides me with some form of entertainment. I'm at the bar sipping on some bourbon when I see them. Stefan and Elena, the happy couple, playing a game of pool. Suddenly, my view is blocked by a mass of blonde hair, Caroline. "Do you mind?" I ask her. She turns around and looks at me with a look that says Elena told her everything. "Damon, I didn't see you there. How are you?" I can sense the pity in her voice. I am no-one to be pitied. "You're in my way. Move." I demand of her. She turns to look behind her and notices the happenings by the pool table. I don't know why they don't just get a room. "Damon you shouldn't torture yourself." She puts what I'm sure she thinks is a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Why shouldn't I? Everyone else does." I drink what's left of my bourbon and head towards the exit. The little minx follows me, blocking my path. "Don't make me hurt you Caroline." I stare her down with death's gaze in my eyes. "I'm not afraid of you Damon." The tremble on her voice gives her away. "Whatever." I mumble and push her aside, none too gently.
Once I'm outside I feel better. My head's not as cloudy. It's the night air, I always feel better at night. I'm sauntering along the pavement, when I see a woman standing twenty feet in front of me. Her face, something about her face, I know her. And she seems to know me, because she never takes her eyes away from me. As I step closer to her, her gaze doesn't shift, and I sense that she's not human. "Damon!" Caroline calls from behind me, I stop walking for a second, and then, this mystery woman disappears. Right in front of my eyes, she's gone. I never took my eyes off her. My mind starts to race, who was she? And better yet, what is she?
"Always in the dark Damon," Stefan says as he enters the study, I have a glass of bourbon resting gingerly on my knee. "You left me here Stefan." I know that made him uncomfortable. "What did you do today?" He's fishing. "Seems like you already know, so why bore me with questions." I'm getting a headache, I pinch my forehead. He rushes up to me and puts his face in direct view of mine. "I know about those people in the wood, yes. Why'd you do it? I thought you were done hunting." I don't like these little moments, I'm getting annoyed. "I didn't know you thought of me? How? On your bed, Elena under my enchantments?" He throws me across the room. It doesn't hurt of course, all those bunnies have a way of making you weak. "You never change." He begins to walk away. "Well you saw to that." His step falters, but he continues walking, that always has a way of tugging at his heart.
I pick myself off the ground and sit back down in the chair. Who was she and why do I feel like I know her?